paramedics brave and strong up before the break of dawn putting poker faces on broken bodies all day long the neighbors heard a fight someone had a knife it must have have been the wife husband's lost a lot of blood he wakes up screaming, "oh my god am i going to die? am i going to die?" as they strapped his arms down to his sides at times like these they'd been taught to lie "buddy, just calm down, you'll be all right"
several friends came to his grave his children were so well-behaved as the priest got up to speak the assembly craved relief but he himself had given up so instead he offered them this bitter cup "you're going to die we're all going to die could be twenty years, could be tonight lately i have been wondering why we go to so much trouble to postpone the unavoidable and prolong the pain of being alive"